Nope. The once-proud princess won't be complete without piercings and a tattoo

"There you go, Princess. All clean." Pembleton stroked her now-baby-smooth pussy. Yania shivered, his hand felt deliciously close to the needy skin of her teased little box.

"Thank you, Master. I... I like that." Yania, her legs still spread far apart, suspended in bondage, tried mostly unsuccessfully to push back against Pembleton's hand.

The older man chuckled, clearly enjoying the beautiful, recently pure, young black girl's display of arousal. He cupped her pussy a little more firmly and angled his thumb against the princess' tight butthole, stroking it in smooth circles. "Of course you like that, Princess. You're turning into quite the little brown slut." Pembleton's thick white thumb pressed into her anus, his hand still pressing firmly against her smooth, wet pussy.

"Yes! Yes, Master!" Yania was practically shouting, arousal breaking her voice. "I am a little brown slut! I am everything you say!"

"How humiliating... a noble, educated black princess. The pride of her people." Pembleton removed his hand from her pussy and began just masturbating Yania's asshole with his thumb, moving it in and out more rapidly. "Begging her white captor, that took everything away from her, who's piss is drying on her bald black head, to help make her cum with his thumb up her ass. Is that who you are now, Princess?"

Yania didn't stop bucking just because Pembleton was no longer touching her pussy, he had slowed her but she was now preparing to orgasm purely from his thumb fucking her tight little butt. "Yes, Master! All of it! Please... I just want to cum!"

"Would you like me to make you cum with my white dick?" He just held his thumb in her ass now.

"Ohh, oh!" Yania's eyes were screwed shut and she was panting, "Yes, please, dick, Master! I want your dick!"

"Not yet." Pembleton withdrew his thumb. Yania sobbed audibly, she was sure to her master's amusement.

"Got to get you clean, for one thing, Princess."

Yania heard the turning of a spout, and cold water hit her head washing away the smell of urine, the spray then moving down the dark skin of her body, and finally around her backside, the harsh cold spray hitting her hot little pussy.

Yania was shivering, her pussy still twitching in need.

Pembleton's hand crawled around to her front. "Your nipples are cold and hard, Princess."

"That's good, it will make it easier when I pierce them."

Slow fear crawled into Yania's belly. "Pierce, Master?" She whispered.

"Yes, Princess. We are not done here yet. Not by a long shot. Your initiation will not be complete until I've pierced you and marked you as mine. Understand?"

Yania didn't have a choice, anyway. She had accepted that by now. She shivered, from cold and from fear of the pain to come. "Yes, master. You will mark me as a ****. You will adorn me with your mark. With piercings."

"Fortunately for you, my dear, science has made many advances in the art of piercing since opening these facilities." Pembleton brought a sharp silver needle in front of Yania's eyes. She swallowed. "This needle is coated in a special polymer that reacts when it contacts blood, leaving itself behind and coating the area. It will seal itself onto the hole left behind, preventing infection and closure, creating a hard but breathable surface. It will even reduce pain following the piercing and allow you to move your piercing almost immediately with minimal aggravation to the area. Your body will heal beneath the surface. Once your piercing is healed, a simple, harmless solution dissolves the polymer."

"The piercing act itself will still hurt, and your piercings may be sore for a while of course. Does this make you feel any better, Princess?" Pembleton was stroking her shaven head soothingly, still holding the scary needle in front of her.

"Yes, Master." It actually did. Her fear hadn't really extended to the care of her piercings, or their healing, but his words had redirected her thoughts, made her consider after the piercings, rather than the here and now. "Thank you."

Pembleton smiled down at her. "There's a good girl. I wouldn't usually explain myself, but you're a special pet to me." He stroked her bald head.

Inexplicably, tears of joy filled Yania's eyes when her master called her, Yania, the noble educated African princess, his special pet.

"Your tongue, first Princess. Be a good girl and stick out your tongue for Master." Yania complied, opening her lips wide and looking up at her master, sticking her long, thin tongue out as far as it would go. "That's it..." The English gentleman seized her tongue between his fingers and lined up the needle.

"... Aank ooo assa." Yania said, unprompted, naked and spread, humiliating herself once more for her white abuser.

Pembleton smiled a pleased smile at her and began pushing his special needle through her pink tongue.

Piercing pain gave way to a dull throb. Yania obediently kept her tongue out the whole time, and Pembleton latched a stud into the hole he had created. Still holding her tongue, he leaned forward and gently kissed the tip of her tongue, touching it with his own.

"Good girl. Now your nose..." Yania squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking down from the sharp pain as, again, Master pushed a needle though her perfect young face, this time through the septum of her nose. The pain gave way again to a dull ache, and Pembleton this time put a solid ring through his ****'s nose.

As Yania breathed, recovering, Pembleton moved around the sides of her pillory, once again unlatching it from its base. He moved around back to her aching legs, moving them once again to the floor. Yania didn't realize how much stress had been on her stomach until her legs were back on the ground and she was allowed to relax a little.

"Your next piercings will be easier with you standing, Princess." With Pembleton's hands supporting her, Yania lifted her pillory out of its frame, pivoting onto her still-bound feet. Pembleton moved to press a switch on the wall, and a hook lowered from the ceiling. He attached the chain in front of the pillory to the hook, and again pressed the switch, this time raising the hook, stretching the chain tight. Yania now stood, erect and naked. She could just barely rest her pelvis on the stand that had formerly supported her torso.

Pembleton grasped the meager flesh of Yania's small right breast in his hand. Her nipple was still hard from arousal and her cold wash. Yania couldn't see below the wooden frame holder her head and wrists, and so could only anticipate Pembleton's timing when pushed a needle straight through her firm, brown right nipple. He attached a heavy ring to it and moved around behind her, gripping her left breast. Yania winced and cried out as that nipple, too, was cruelly pierced, and a matching heavy ring placed on her left side.

"Almost done, Princess. I only have one more piercing planned for you... for now. Can you guess where?"

Tears of pain were welling in her eyes. Yania had a good idea, and not saying it, not telling Master the truth, wouldn't help things one bit. "I think you're going to pierce my clit, Master," she sniffled.

Pembleton's hand moved low, again stimulating Yania's vagina, stroking her clitoris out of its hood. "Good girl, you're a good guesser, Princess. Yes, your cute little clit will get a little ring through it. This might hurt at first, but I think eventually you'll appreciate it."

Yania gasped, then screamed, her back arching. With no more warning, Pembleton had pushed the sharp needle straight through her **** pink bud. He withdrew the needle and attached a small ring, which now hung from her clitoris.

"You did just fine, Princess. There's only one final thing I need you for, before you get your prize for being such a good girl. Your brand, Princess."

"A brand, Master?" Yania was struggling with all the new metal hanging from her aching body, particularly her tongue when she spoke.

"Or rather, a tattoo, with your **** name and the number of your farm. All the girls here have one."

"**** name?"

"Yes, Princess. Don't worry, it's nothing too ****. I've been calling you by your new name since your arrival. Forget Princess Yania, she is gone. You are just 'Princess'. It is not a name of a higher station, Princess. It is just a cute little name for a nigger pet, my little pet Princess. Do you approve?" Pembleton's fingers lightly stroked her smooth stomach and breasts while he spoke, and now moved closer down, down towards her vagina, waiting for her answer.

"Yes, Master. I am no longer Yania. I... will try to forget about her. I am just Princess."

Pembleton's hands, having completed their trail downwards, briefly lingered, spreading her abused pussy just slightly. "Good girl. My own little slut Princess."

Pembleton again moved away and Yania felt a buzzing behind her. He had prepared his tattoo needle. "Make sure you hold still now."

Yania felt a continuous pain on her left buttock. She gritted her teeth, and began sweating. Her breathing became rapid. Pembleton occasionally lifted the needle, wiping away little spots of blood, giving her brief moments of relief. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure. She hadn't been awake for that long, but Yania felt exhausted. "No more," she whispered, just loud enough that only she could here. And then, it was over.

"All done, Princess."

Pembleton lowered the hook holding the pillory up, and unattached it from the chain. He removed the manacles from her legs, and she was able to move again. Holding her by the chain of the block that had her head and arms in bondage, Pembleton led her over to a full-height mirror, allowing Princess to see herself for the first time.

She was completely naked except for the pillory that held her head straight and kept her arms from covering her, or defending her, a thick chain dangling down in front. The gold rings in her nose, breasts, and clit were on full display. Her head was completely bald, smooth, and bare, her pussy was bare. Her body was brown, tight, sheened in sweat, and smooth. Her large, pretty brown eyes had tears in them. She looked every inch a **** girl. And standing to her side, behind her, stroking her young ass, was her older white master.

Princess could see his other hand in the mirror cross over to touch her belly, then stray down, spreading her bald pussy and making her clit ring even more pronounced. "You look how you were always meant to, Princess." Her master whispered into her ear, and kissed her ear, biting the tip fold of it lightly, massaging her ass, massaging her bald pussy lips. "Not regal, not important, you look like a ****. And you have never been more beautiful than you are now." His tongue began to more insistently violate her ear as he stroked her privates with his strong white hands.

"Thank you, Master." Yania whispered, a tear falling from her eye, her pussy growing wet again with a familiar ache she had been denied satisfying all day.

"Would you like your prize, now, Princess?" Pembleton asked her wet ear, his pants tenting as he stroked the beautiful brown slavegirl in the mirror.

"Yes, Master." Princess turned away from the mirror to look into Pembleton's eyes. "I would like that more than anything. Please, Master."

Master smiled. "Good girl."